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gunnerpalace · 7 years

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Welcome to Bleach Rarepair Hell

To paraphrase:

Quark: ... I want you to try something for me. Take a read of this. Garak: What is it? Quark: A literary concept. It's called a rarepair. Garak: I don't know— Quark: Come on. Aren't you just a little bit curious? Garak: Hnhh... ugh... Quark: What do you think? Garak: It's vile! Quark: I know. It's so bubbly, and cloying, and happy. Garak: ... Just like my OTP. Quark: But you know what's really frightening? If you read enough of it, you begin to like it. Garak: ... It's insidious. Quark: Just like your OTP.

So, I’ve recently approached several people individually about Rarepair Hell’s collection of materials. (Yes, Rarepair Hell is also a place; there’s a chat.) But, I figure I’ve gotten a fair number of new followers lately who don’t have the time to go trawling back through old material, and that means it’s time to go on yet another advertising drive! Now if you’re new, you might be wondering what this is all about.

Put simply, below is everything publicly released that I know of that I or someone in the chat with has put out for one of our rarepairs. These tend to be obscure or heavily underrepresented ships that, in general, we’ve fallen for.

Why not have a look? You might be surprised. Italics denote actual fics, whereas their lack denotes fan art or other documents

Kūkaku-Byakuya - KuuKuya / ”Sakura Fireworks”

KuuKuya is one of the rarest of rarepairs. Between FFN and AO3 there’s something like two fanfics and one drabble for them—the fics are almost a decade old, and the drabble involves teen Byakuya. Google reports exactly four pieces of fan art of them from some age long past, of which I’d show you one. When I took over the ship, I decided KuuKuya sounded better than ByaKuu or ByaKaku or whatever, and here we are. Most of these fics (mine, at least) take place in the canon-divergent continuity of Demons of the Sun and Moon, which is why certain details are the way they are (for example: Kūkaku has both arms again).

The KuuKuya Prototype - The small collection of paragraphs that started it all (that is to say, both KuuKuya and Rarepair Hell itself). This was originally a proof of concept, and like the post explains, doesn’t really fit into anything that came after.

KuuKuya Headcanons - A set of headcanons I put together after writing the three fics below, as well as some other material. This lays out just a few of the reasons I think the pair work so well together, as well as some cute scenarios.

Ratio Decidendi - The first proper KuuKuya fic. It’s rather short and to the point. (Original, unedited version here. Bless you, Anon, whoever you were.) @sequencefairy shortly summed it up with: “Byakuya takes Kuukaku to a function. It goes about as well as you would expect. This fic is funny and sweet and a great example of someone who gets character.”

Terra Nullius (NSFW) - The first proper piece of KuuKuya smut, following after the above. (Original, unedited version here.) This is where everything went to hell. @sequencefairy summed this up with “This one… hooooo, this one is not safe for work. I mean, I read it at work, but I would not recommend that other people do that. Again with the spot-on characterization, and I just really always love how clear and immediate the writing is in any of Dux’s fic, and this is no exception.” This fic has caused no end of wild happenings.

Para Bellum (NSFW) - A follow-up to the above. (Original, unedited version here.) @sequencefairy summed this up with “Now, I am super biased about this fic, because I got to watch it come together over the course of a few days, because Dux leaves me presents in our skype chat (it’s really the best thing ever - always leave your friends porn for them to find when they get home from work) and well, I mean, he’s absolutely nailed their dynamic, and I am stinking jealous of how well he captures Byakuya - I can literally hear the man speaking as I’m reading this fic. Also it’s a sparring session that is foreplay that leads to really excellent smut and that’s really all you need to know about it before reading.”

Interstice Gray - An intimate, hazy piece of fluff set some indeterminate time after the above.

Next to Every Great Man is... - Written as a birthday present, much in the mold of the above, highlighting their familiarity with and understanding of one another.

Cozy (@sequencefairy) - A lovely piece of winter-themed fluff, I actually received a hardcopy of this along with a Christmas card!

Untitled KuuKuya Piece (@sequencefairy) - Kūkaku and Byakuya don’t always see eye-to-eye and enjoy a charmed existence, but even when they disagree, you can sense the crackling heat!

Pinterest Board (@sequencefairy, NSFW) - If you ever wanted a mood board for these two, there’s already a pretty great one.

Discussion Chatlog (with @sequencefairy, NSFW) - A rare exception to not posting chatlogs, this is mostly theorycrafting about KuuKuya, although IchiRuki, UraYoru, and TatsuIshi (see below) also appear.

Yoruichi-Ichigo-Rukia - YoruIchiRuki / ”Neapolitan Ice Cream”

YIR is an AU OT3 that happened purely by accident. The core component, Grounded!, was originally intended to be something of a one-shot sex-comedy whereby Ichigo and Rukia meet not (supposedly) because of the machinations of Kisuke and Aizen, but rather the whimsy of Yoruichi. It then turned out that everyone reading it fell for their interactions. Ichigo and Rukia have always had this cosmic air about them, but we discovered that Rukia and Yoruichi are oceanic, and Ichigo and Yoruichi are tectonic; together, they’re everything from incredibly sweet, to hilarious, to ridiculously sexy.

Grounded! - A Bleach AU Idea Revised - The latest and greatest revision of the concept for Grounded!, this is both a design document and also contains significant portions of the actual fic, which is still being written. It’ll orient you to the setting and happenings of the AU, and hopefully interest you in the interplay that gets spun out as a result!

Planet-Side Spin (@sequencefairy) - Written as a companion-piece and sort-of-prequel to the below, this largely focuses upon Ichigo some six or so months after the events of the above. (Original here.) The tagline sums it up well: “Ichigo misses them like breathing.”

Up All Night to the Sun - Occurring at the end of Ichigo’s trip, Yoruichi and Rukia miss him quite a lot too. (Original here.) Purely fluff.

We’re Dancin’ All Alone (YoruIchi, NSFW) - Yoruichi, Ichigo, and Rukia don’t always wind up together at the same time, but they manage as best they can in other settings. One of the odd things about adding a third partner is you more than quadruple the work (you go from one pair to three pairs and the triad!); one of the joys is finding that all of those combinations have their own interesting and interrelated ways of working.

Heaven in Hiding (@sequencefairy, NSFW) - A very recent entry, with a delightfully sultry atmosphere.

Fan Art for Grounded! (@gabecebro) A wonderful birthday gift that really sums up the premise of Grounded! as a whole.

Tatsuki-Uryū - TatsuIshi / ”Double Dragon”

TatsuIshi began (for me) as a mashup of TatsuHime and IshiHime into TatsuHimeIshi, and then became its own thought experiment. The least explored of the three rarepairs, it nonetheless has its own particular charms.

Untitled TatsuIshi Piece (Semi-NSFW) - Originally put together to briefly postulate a reason they could even occur, this also shows off some of the fireworks the fly when you put the two of them together.

TatsuIshi Headcanons - Made after the above to further illustrate the point. Much like the KuuKuya Headcanons, this is meant to lay out an idea of how they might behave and interact, along with a few scenarios.

Untitled TatsuIshi Piece (@sequencefairy, NSFW) - I told you about the fireworks? This is like a really great New Year’s bash.

Fan Art for TatsuIshi Headcanons (@mags-duranb) - This was the first piece of fan art I ever received for a piece of fic, and it illustrates one of the standout ideas of the headcanons post wonderfully!

General Fan Art (@mags-duranb) - We were by no means the first people to think of TatsuIshi, of course, and there’s some more lovely art for them here!

There’s much more material that isn’t on this list because it either doesn’t exist in an easily presentable form yet (which is to say, it’s mostly just chatlogs) or is unfinished. This includes everything from one-shots to companion-pieces, and even an AU of an AU featuring YoruIchiRuki in place of the cast of Samurai Champloo (with Yoruichi as Jin, Ichigo as Mugen, and Rukia as Fuu):

Yoruichi: How ironic that Ichigo is symbolized by a cock. Ichigo: I could say the same about you being a fish. Yoruichi: Are you insulting my hygiene, you bastard? I don't recall you complaining about it last night when you had your head down there for an hour. Rukia: Shut up, both of you! How could I possibly be expected to eat all that food? It's ridiculous!

Anyway, there you have it. I hope that you found something on this list that piqued your interest. If you did, I and others are around to chat with about it! Don’t be afraid to join the conversation. Or, to put it another way:

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teamatsumu · 1 year

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Temptation

Summary: After all, he has never been able to say no to her.

Pairing: Ishida Uryuu x Inoue Orihime

Word Count: 3,775

Warnings: Angst, Smut, Adultery, Post canon, swearing., you have been warned!

A/N: This is a murky piece lmao. Problematic content, so don’t come for me. It’s fiction!

The nurse’s foot was tap, tap, tapping on the marble floor, the noise ringing in the quiet of the room. Uryuu was sure it was unintentional, but it didn’t help his concentration at all. He didn't want to reprimand her, though. He wasn't sure he had the energy to. He blinked and pursed his lips, focusing on the file in front of him.

“Everything looks fine to me,” he looked up at the nurse, who looked like she wanted to be anywhere but here. Uryuu couldn’t blame her. If he remembered correctly, she was on hour 14 of an 18 hour shift. “And she wants to leave?”

The nurse nodded. “Her attendants are in the waiting room. She already has her bags packed.”

Uryuu hummed and closed the file, holding it up for the nurse to take it from him. “Then discharge her. Write her a follow up for two days from now. Make sure a resident signs off on that. Then she’s good to go.”

The nurse nodded politely before leaving the office, the door shutting softly behind her. Uryuu sighed and leaned back in his chair, taking his glasses off to rub his eyes. It provided little relief to his burning eyelids. He stretched his legs beneath his desk, hoping to abate the building tension in them. Again, it did almost nothing to improve his situation. He knew what he really needed was a good night's sleep.

He wasn't sure he was going to get it, though.

It's not like Uryuu had a lot going on at the hospital. He was a consultant now, not a resident. He could afford to step away and have his juniors run the show for a bit. After years and years of hard work, he was finally at a point in his life where he didn't have to struggle just to keep up with his career. At 30, he was finally qualified enough to take a breather.

Life wasn't that kind to him though. It never had been. Why would it start now? One problem always replaced the next, and this new problem came in the form of wide, brown eyes and a soft little smile.

Dammit. He was thinking of her again. He looked at the clock hanging on the far wall and mentally cursed at himself. Ten minutes. That's how long she had stayed out of his mind. He should be proud. It was a record. But he had wanted to stay strong for longer.

He wondered what she was doing right now. Midday meant Kazui was at school and Ichigo was at work. And she didn't work at the bakery on Wednesdays. So she'd be home. Alone.

Shut the fuck up.

The voice in his head was cruel and sharp, but it was what he needed. He couldn't afford to think of her. Couldn't afford to imagine her home at her lonesome, knowing he could head over right now and be uninterrupted for a few hours, at least. He knew where these thoughts led. Sooner or later, her voice would ring in his ears if he let these images run free in his head. Quiet little whimpers, biting at her rosy lips to keep the noises at bay, looking at him with those big eyes loaded with unshed tears as the pleasure kept building and building…

Fuck.

Uryuu nearly jumped out of his skin when a soft knock on his door sounded in the quiet of the room. He bit the inside of his cheek, scowling at himself for his blasphemous thoughts. He needed to get a grip. He straightened in his chair and put his glasses back on.

"Come in."

And in poked a head of burnt orange hair, the very subject of his crude fantasies just a minute ago.

No.

"Ishida-kun," her voice made his heart squeeze. "Can I come in?"

Of course you can. Have I ever refused you?

"Inoue-san, of course. Please." He stood up in courtesy, watching her open the door just enough to slip in and shut it behind her. Uryuu froze in place.

She was wearing the same skirt as last time.

It had to be intentional. Inoue-san was dense sometimes but she wasn't an idiot. She knew what she was doing. To him. But he had to believe she didn't have a clue, because she was humming and pulling a chair back to sit on, right across his desk.

Shakily, Uryuu sat down as well.

"Are you okay? Did you want something? You usually text before you show up." Or when you want me to come over. When your husband isn't enough for you. When you need me to make your pain better.

She shook her head, giving him a big smile and placing her hands neatly on her lap. "I was just out running some errands. I thought I'd drop by."

Liar. Uryuu knew instantly. There were no errands. It was just him.

He nodded anyway, letting the corners of his lips curl up. "Well, I'm glad you did. You know you're always welcome."

Her eyes held gratitude, some of the tension leaving her shoulders. It made Uryuu stiffen slightly. Had she been nervous? Had she been scared he would turn her away? His hold on the arms of his chair tightened. Did she really believe he would ever do that? Did she think that at any point, he would reject her?

She was all he had.

No. No. He had promised himself. No more. He couldn't do this to her. He couldn't do this to Ichigo. The few times it happened was already one time too many. Surely, he would not be reduced to this again. This was immoral. It was reprehensible. To have an affair, right under her husband and child's nose-

Her smile had wavered, lessened, her eyes boring straight into his. Her hands were no longer still, fingers wringing together in nervousness. The room was silent, the only noise coming from the ticking of the wall clock. The air felt charged. Heavy.

It was like the very walls were holding their breath.

"Why are you really here, Orihime?" His voice was low, as if he was afraid to disrupt the stillness of the space around him.

"You know why." Her voice was a mere whisper, her eyebrows creasing.

"We can't."

"Why not?"

"Because-" He grit his teeth. How could she ask him that? "Because you're married."

She looked down at her hands, her hair falling gently over her face. "That didn't stop you last time."

Uryuu screwed his eyes shut, teeth clenched so hard it made his jaw ache.

"Or the time before that."

He stood up slowly. Every muscle in his body protested the action. He wasn't even tired, yet he felt like he was weighed down by lead. She had stopped talking instantly, but she kept her gaze on her hands, twisting and pulling at her fingers to calm her nerves. He could read her so easily. She was an open book to him.

He walked around the desk until he stood before her, leaning down and placing his hands on the arms of her chair. At this proximity, the scent of her shampoo invaded his nose, making his eyelids flutter. She seemed to dig her chin further into her chest as he drew nearer.

"Look at me."

She didn't. She kept her stare steadily on her lap. Uryuu sighed, defeated. He knew exactly what he was going to do. Every molecule in his body screamed for him to do it. She was here, still and pliant on a chair in his office, offering herself to him, right within his reach. At the end of the day, he was just a man. Weak willed in front of this woman. A slave to his desires.

There was nothing he desired more than her.

He leaned his head down and nudged his forehead gently with hers. He felt her intake of breath as her head lifted up just marginally. Tilting his face, he slotted his lips with hers.

It was intense and hard from the very start. There was no room for soft, passionate love when their time together was already so limited and riddled with guilt and sin. As much as Uryuu would like to go slow, he couldn’t. One look at her was enough to drive him insane. Here she sat, before him, ready for the taking. In a couple of hours from now, she would be home again. With the man she shared a last name with. A last name he would never acknowledge. To him, she was still Inoue-san.

There was no going slow. Uryuu was desperate.

His hand came up to cup the side of her head, pushing his lips harder against hers, eliciting the first little whimper from her throat. His tongue invaded her mouth immediately, feeling her own tentative movements. It nearly made him chuckle. She came to him, practically begging with unsaid words for him to fuck her. And yet, now she was the one being hesitant.

It just wouldn’t do.

He gripped both her arms tightly and hauled her up until she was on her feet, arms winding around her waist tightly and pulling her body flush against his. He knew she liked that, and he was validated by the sigh that escaped her lips. He swallowed the sound hungrily, feeling his core stir as every part of her body pressed and pulled along with his. Her hands had fisted the white lab coat he adorned, and it made him realize they were wearing too many clothes.

His heart ached again. They didn’t have time.

Their lips broke free for air, and Uryuu immediately descended to the soft, unmarked expanse of her neck. She was pliant and warm, the smell of morning dew and fresh, flowery detergent. Her hands, gentle as always, carded through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp and sending a violent shiver down his spine. He nibbled at the skin just under her ear, knowing she could hide it with her hair. Her sounds became louder.

He was already undoing the buttons on her shirt, eager to feel more skin. He could feel himself hard and throbbing in anticipation, grinding into her hips for some form of relief. Once her shirt was pushed down her shoulders, he abandoned the kisses on her neck to lean back and look at her, and he wasn’t disappointed.

Her skin had flushed a beautiful rosy pink from her cheeks down to her neck. Her lips were swollen and red, her neck carrying a slight sheen from his treatment earlier. He cupped her breasts, hearing her keen at the contact, eyes fluttering shut. Fuck.

He pulled down the cups of her bra immediately, mouth descending on his right nipple to suck it into his mouth. The reaction was instant, back arching as she gasped, head thrown back. It lit a fire inside Uryuu that he hadn’t felt in a long time. This moment right here. This was the reason he still allowed himself to sin. It was shameful, yes. It was heinous. But when he had her trapped in his arms, tasting her flesh and hearing her pretty little sounds flood his ears, he couldn’t blame himself at all. She was the worst temptation. And he would always give in.

“Ishida-kun…” It was breathy and desperate. Uryuu could feel her fidget and rub her thighs together, begging for relief. He would give it to her. He would make sure she never craved anyone but him ever again.

It was times like these that Uryuu barely recognized himself.

His mouth left her nipple with a soft pop, straightening his back and peering down at the wanton expression on her face.

“What do you want, Orihime?” The same question. This time, with an entirely different undertone.

“You. All of you.” Her nails dug into his waist. She was staring at his lips. Uryuu couldn’t help his little smirk.

He turned her around and pushed between her shoulder blades until her front pressed into his office desk, her ass in the air. He didn’t leave her wanting for his touch however, leaning over to put his weight on her until she sighed. His lips brushed the shell of her ear.

“You dirty girl,” he whispered, hand running under her skirt and skimming up her thigh until he reached the apex. God, she was soaked. And it was all because of him. This time, he huffed out a small laugh. “Walking all the way here and giving yourself to me like this. Do you want me that badly?”

She pushed against his fingers, trying to make him rub her where she needed it the most. “Yes.” Her voice was small, and it sounded almost ashamed. But Uryuu knew better. She wasn’t ashamed. She was desperate. His cock twitched.

He slid his hand up further until he felt the waistband of her panties, tugging them down the swell of her ass and off her thighs. They hit the floor around her feet with a soft plop. The next second, his fingertips were brushing at her burning center, not wasting a second before he pushed two fingers into her down to the knuckles.

She gasped and moaned loudly. Uryuu brought his left hand up to her mouth, to clamp it shut, nudging his nose against her cheek.

“Do you want to get caught?” He asked. She shook her head slightly, hips twitching and walls clenching around him. He curled his fingers, watching her eyes roll up into her head. Tears coated her eyelids, not yet falling, but no worries. He’d have her crying in the next ten minutes or so.

Her quiet whimpers were drowned out by the sound of the filthy squelch Uryuu’s fingers made as he moved them in and out of her, spreading them apart to open her up. Not that he needed to do much. He’d fucked her just last week. She would’ve been fine even without the prep. But he couldn’t stop right then. He was too engrossed in watching her face, the tiny shifts in muscle at every movement he made. He could feel the palm of his hand get wet where it held her mouth shut. He pressed his crotch hard against her ass. She looked….. divine.

How ironic, considering what they were doing.

She gasped when his fingers left her abruptly, mouth free from his grip so she could take big, heaving breaths. The sound of his belt clinking and zipper pulling down had her stilling in anticipation. Uryuu lifted up her skirt, sighing at the sight. He ran a gentle finger up her skin, feeling the shiver that ran down her back. He lined himself up to her before leaning down, elbows resting on either side of her head. Her cheek was pressed to the desk, eyes looking up at him. Her expression was relaxed. She knew she was about to get what she wanted.

She gave him the tiniest smile when their eyes met. Uryuu pushed forward.

The relief was instant for both of them, moaning in unison. Uryuu felt his face scrunch up at the tight grip around him. Warm and hot and twitching. He didn’t stop until he had sunk all the way in, letting out a long, shuddering breath.

“How are you already this tight?” His voice sounded strangled. He heard her giggle and blinked his eyes open, watching the rose flush of her cheeks. Her hair was a mess, sprawled over the desk around her head like a halo. It made him smile too, bending his head forward to brush his lips against her temple. She sighed in contentment.

"Feeling better?" He joked, making her laugh more openly now. His tongue darted out to lick at her bottom lip. She hummed.

"Much."

He pulled out slowly before surging forward again, his skin meeting hers with a wet slap. Her smile disappeared.

"Uryuu…" God. Not his name. Not like this, unhindered, cracked and yearning. Uryuu groaned and started moving in earnest, unable to hold himself back any longer. He leaned his chest against her back and grabbed a tight hold on her hips, thrusting harder into her.

Uryuu’s head was swimming. He could no longer think straight.

Her voice gained a higher pitch, back arching at an angle that made him hit deeper into her. She clenched around him just right, making his rhythm stutter. He growled like a man possessed, hips smacking harshly between her thighs at a pace she simply couldn't keep up with. Her hands scrambled for purchase over the desk, gripping at the edges above her head for stability. Each deep thrust of his cock punched a mewl from her throat that she desperately tried to keep quiet, her cunt clenching down on him in a way that made him dizzyingly close to cumming.

No. Not yet. Not so soon. She'll go away if you do. She'll leave.

His thoughts were broken and muddled as they screamed at him. He wanted to listen to them so badly, but the delicious rub of her walls made it almost impossible to. In his hazy state, he realized she was stiffening up even more, tears streaking down her cheeks and hips jerking with every slam of his cock deep inside her. He felt a sick satisfaction wash over him.

"You gonna cum for me?” He growled in her ear, fist in her hair dragging her head around to look at him again. Nose to nose, eyes boring straight into hers, he saw her and all the need that overflowed within her, felt it in the way he split her open. His eyes were hooded and his sweating forehead pressed into hers to keep her eyes on him. "You love this don't you? Taking me like this and then going home, still sore from the feeling of my cock. I bet you think of me when he looks at you. I bet you wish it was me you were going home to."

He couldn’t believe the words leaving his mouth.

She almost sobbed as her hips twisted without rhythm, but it didn't matter. The plow of Uryuu's hips kept hers pinned to the desk, kept her from losing his pace, and that’s just how both of them liked it. “A-Ah, U-uryuu, y-yes--”

Uryuu's hand reached under her legs, finding her clit to rub harsh circles into. She mewled, forehead banging into the desk hard before every muscle in her body seized up.

"Cum," Uryuu could barely recognize his voice. "I can fucking feel it, baby. Cum, for me, c’mon, cum--" He tugged her head back, nerves firing across her scalp and making her eyes roll. The slick sound of her pussy was growing louder and wetter. He continued to fuck into her even when she clenched so tight it felt like he couldn’t possibly thrust back inside, feeling her ride her high. His pace didn't falter and his fingers didn't halt, dragging out her orgasm until she was mumbling incoherently into the wood of the desk, crying and trying to move away from his insistent fingers.

Uryuu shuddered against her and grunted. He pressed deep into her body and stopped, panting harshly. He rasped out a groan, long and low, against her sweating neck , hips stuttering, fingers massaging hard at her ass and thigh as he swirled his hips into the tight squeeze of her insides. Hot jets of his cum filled her, squelching louder now with each of his shaky thrusts. With every flex of his cock he panted, moaning at the end of each one while he pinned her down with all the weight of him and twitched his hips forward as deep as he could get, knowing she would have bruises due to the unforgiving edges of the desk.

Both of them stayed that way for what felt like hours, panting and writhing as the desk under them groaned harshly. He wedged an arm under her head, feeling her sweaty face press into the give of his muscle.

"Are you okay?" His voice was raspy.

She hummed and didn't say much more, nodding slightly and shifting her hips. He cursed softly into her shoulder blade, finally pulling out of her with a wet squelch that made his ears burn. He straightened up, feeling his back protest the action. Her skirt was pushed all the way up to her waist and he watched, mesmerized, as his cum dripped down the inside of her thighs.

"Ishida-kun," His gaze snapped up to hers, eyeing the deep red color on the apples of her cheeks. She was pouting a little, clearly embarrassed. "Don't- don't look."

Uryuu couldn't help the little laugh that escaped him, leaning down again to pepper small kisses all over her hot face, wrapping both his arms around her waist until her body felt like it was one with him.

"You are so cute, Inoue-san." He inhaled her wonderful, after-sex smell as he pulled her up straight. "I wish I could-"

He stopped.

The air in the room shifted immediately, and Uryuu knew he had just burst the little bubble they had created. He regretted it with every fiber of his being, because she was already going rigid again, arms twisting in his hold a bit. He knew what this meant. He knew what would happen now.

Somehow, despite doing this many times now, the ache didn’t seem to numb at all. In fact, it got worse.

He helped her clean up and dress herself, not meeting her eyes as he did the same. His mind was clearing again, as it always did after every such encounter. Now would come the regret and the longing, and the harsh internal lecture about how this was the last time, and that he would never do it again.

It was all delusion, of course. He knew that. As she gave him one last sweet kiss and told him she'd see him soon, he knew there was no way that this was the last time. They would see each other again in a few days, when either he cracked or she did, either here, at her own house, or the quaint little apartment Uryuu lived in, and they'd play the same game all over again. He would let himself be consumed by her. She would let him taint her body. He would fall asleep alone and exhausted. She would go home to her family and pretend she hadn’t seen him since high school. Rinse and repeat.

After all, he had never been able to say no to her.

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teamatsumu · 1 year

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Sincerely Yours

Summary: Orihime crafted her coping mechanism a long time ago.

Pairing: Ishida Uryuu x Inoue Orihime

Word Count: 1,719

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Adultery, Post canon, be warned!

A/N: Another one with the same theme lmfao do I have a problem? I don’t know you tell me (or not)

Monday

It was the steady drip drip drip of the faucet that woke her up.

Funny. Something so barely noticeable rousing her from sleep. Most days, Kazui could fidget right next to her and she would sleep through it until he actually cried. Thankfully he had started sleeping through the nights by now, which helped a lot.

This faucet was getting louder, though. Or maybe Orihime was too alert now. She couldn’t manage to sink back into her dreams again.

Sighing and struggling to pull herself upright, she prayed Kazui wouldn’t wake up as she untangled his tiny limbs from around her. He only snored a bit before calming down. Orihime felt and heard her shoulders pop. She arched her back and leaned her head back, closing her eyes briefly. The drip drip drip continued.

It didn’t take long to locate the problem area. And no wonder she heard it so clearly. It was the adjacent bathroom. Orihime pursed her lips as she stared at it, contemplating temporary solutions so she could go back to sleep. She’d call a plumber in the morning. She tightened the taps and stepped back to look again. Silence.

A small twinge of victory in her chest, she padded back to Kazui’s tiny bed, squeezing herself next to him carefully. Sleep came quickly afterward.

…………….

The scraping sound of the spoon on the pan rang louder than the sizzling on the neighboring stove. Somewhere behind her, a kids’ show theme song played on the television. Orihime turned around, hot pan in hand, and slid the egg right off it into the plate sitting before Ichigo on the table. He mumbled a quiet thanks, not looking up from whatever news article he was scrolling through on his phone. Orihime returned to the stove, getting ready for the next batch.

There was a steady buzz in her head, very muted but nevertheless there, making it impossible to muster any thoughts at all. She preferred it this way. The many noises around her, the smells, the music on the TV, the fork scraping as Ichigo dug into his breakfast. Too many sounds. Just enough to make sure she couldn’t think.

The rest of the day was more or less the same. First day of the week meant deep cleaning. Kazui was old enough to be left in front of the TV without supervision, leaving Orihime to fall into a perfectly crafted routine of chores that didn’t need a lot of thinking. Constant noise, constant work. It helped keep her distracted. The buzz and fog in her head felt great. Muffled everything and made it impossible to do anything but concentrate on the task ahead.

Wednesday

It was an hour after noon when she finally had the time to actually step out of the house. Kazui sat in his stroller, too busy looking around his new surroundings to notice what Orihime had instantly seen. A small bag cinched at the top and tied in a blue ribbon, sitting on the front steps. Her mind stilled. She knew who sent this.

The tag was a small white square that said two words in familiar, loopy handwriting.

Sincerely yours.

She took off the tag and stuffed it in her pocket. The bag went in her already overflowing purse. No need to open it right now. She worried her lip between her teeth. The buzzing had subsided slightly.

Had he come and dropped this off himself? Had someone seen? She was sure the nosy lady down the corner would have noticed him. He didn’t exactly look like he lived there. His shoes were too clean, his clothes had not a single wrinkle. He was above them.

He was above her.

Her and her distressed long skirt, her overly baggy sweater vest and white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. And her same brown shoes that she had reserved for trips out of the house because they were a relatively new pair. She knew her hair had lost its shine years ago. She was well aware of the little circles under her eyes that someone would notice only if they really looked. Definitely not Ichigo.

But he did. He noticed immediately.

“You haven’t been taking care of yourself, Inoue-san.”

His first words in 5 years. The use of her maiden name, long forgotten among her peers. He remembered, though. He refused to call her anything else. She had laughed off his statement by going on a rant about being pregnant and the bakery and the work at home and oh, she was aging too, I can’t always stay young, Ishida-kun-

She knew deep inside though, she was a corpse when she ran into him.

When she got home later, she opened the package after everyone had settled into bed, sitting on the floor cross legged next to Kazui’s bed. The window was open and the lights were off. A blanket of silver enveloped the room. The bag made no noise as the ribbon fell open. A neatly folded brassiere laid there, a red rose on top.

Orihime’s face was on fire.

Another note was folded into the garment. The same loopy handwriting.

You forgot this on your way out. xx

She buried her face in her hands, throat tightening as she tried not to make a noise.

Friday

“You didn’t have to send it to me,” Orihime sighed, closing her eyes. ‘You could’ve waited two more days. We had plans.”

Uryuu hummed, the vibration sending little chills down her spine. His lips didn’t part with her skin, neither did his hands with her hips. They slid a little farther down, caressing her bare thighs. Simultaneously, his lips moved up, tracing the skin just below her ear. Orihime’s breath caught when his tongue ran up her heated skin.

“Ishida-kun,” She tried to focus. “What if someone had seen you?”

“What makes you think I personally delivered it?” His hips slotted between her legs, making her lean back more. “Maybe I sent someone to deliver it?”

Orihime bit back a smile. “Would you really entrust such a lewd package to someone else?”

That made him stop and lean back, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Okay, you got me. I wouldn’t.”

That got a breathy laugh out of her, head tilted back as Uryuu resumed his ministrations. Careful lips mapping every nerve ending, wily fingertips moving back up, this time tracing the inside of her thighs.

Orihime felt that night, like she had every Friday, when the tattered clothes and wrinkled garments left her body, how he breathed his soul into her hollow heart and brought her back to life.

When was the last time every fiber of her body awakened this way?

……………….

Uryuu had lost much of his uptight personality over the years. He was more relaxed around her now. Softer, almost. Maybe that had to do with the fact that their relationship had far crossed all boundaries, but nevertheless, Orihime welcomed his warm demeanor.

As they lay next to each other covered by a measly white sheet, Orihime ranted about every small detail of her week. There was no sound except her talking, the delicate beat of his heart just below her ear, and the occasional rustling of sheets when either one of them shifted. No pots and pans, no sizzling liquid, no kids’ show, no washing machine beeps or vacuum cleaner hums. It was her only, and the man pressed against her, trained fingertips running across her scalp, relaxing her further.

Uryuu was a wonderful listener. He hummed at all the right places, chimed in with his opinion whenever she prompted it, and made sure to drop in a few compliments along the way. She watched him as he talked, weighing in on the leaking faucet and why she should double-check taps before bed.

How was he the exact opposite of the man she married? Ichigo and Uryuu were so fundamentally different in how they treated her. Where Uryuu could pinpoint so acutely what she was feeling, Ichigo wouldn’t bat an eye if she had a crisis right in front of him.

The opposite of love really was indifference.

“Inoue-san?”

Orihime blinked.

“I lost you for a minute there.” Uryuu smiled. “Are you okay?”

Orihime shook her head. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Uryuu tightened his embrace on her. “Leaking faucets isn’t a very interesting topic.”

A little laughter, more shifting, and then she was resting on his hips, looking down at him. Her hair fell over her shoulder and on his chest, framing the sides of his face.

The air stilled. He stiffened. She smirked.

Her body moved, only slightly. Uryuu inhaled sharply. Heat gathered in her center, crawling over her skin as she moved again, more earnestly. Her hands supported her, pressed to the pillow on either side of his head.

“Orihime.” He breathed, eyes closing and grip tightening on her sides. When he finally slid into her, they both sighed, Uryuu’s more strangled and yearning. His pale skin had flushed pink. As she moved, his skin gathered a thin sheen, head tilted back, bearing his neck.

Something almost primal overcame Orihime as she leaned down and sank her teeth into his skin. Uryuu jerked and cried out, ramming into her so deliciously it made her eyes roll up. She sucked until she was sure she had left a mark, pulling away to see a nice, dark blotch on his creamy skin.

Her head was empty again. But there was no buzzing. There was only a blissful build, steady and impending, rising and teetering until she felt limbless, until Uryuu pulled her down to lay on him as he picked up the pace, her hands pinned to her sides, until all she could do was lay there and take what he gave, until she was screaming and cumming and crying. Until her head was so fogged that nothing mattered.

When she was walking home that night, still hazy and concerningly befogged, her skin still tingling, she had no concerns about returning to her mundane, depressing routine. She would go to sleep, wake up tomorrow and pass the next 6 days in this wonderful buzz. Then she would return into his arms, and let him ignite her once again.

It wasn’t an ideal set up, but it was enough to keep her going.

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Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (or however many you have altogether). See if there are any patterns. Then, tag your favorite authors.

I was tagged by @papalogia who is a delight and a treasure and a fellow canuck to boot.

Gonna use the last 20 things I’ve published on AO3. Long post will be long.

Torque | Bleach, Ichiruki, AU.

The city is alive at night, neon-soaked and rain-slicked.

Opacity | Bleach, Ichiruki, Post-685/686, Canon-Compliant

There are several things that Renji Abarai knows to be true: the yakisoba noodles from the yatai near the city wall down by the Eleventh are the best in the Seireitei, Ukitake-taichou’s favourite tea is the fancy one from the tea shop just over the wall in the 1st District of the Rukongai, and Ichigo Kurosaki is in love with Rukia Kuchiki.

Archangel Flare | Bleach Ichiruki, AU

Space is generally pretty boring in Ichigo’s opinion - mostly empty with the occasional planet and sometimes, something hostile to kill, but generally, there’s very little to do out here out on the far reaches of the Central Systems.

Planet-Side Spin | Bleach, YoruIchiRuki, AU

The water here is an out-of-this-world colour of blue - Rukia would tell him it was azure, but she’s the one with the vocabulary right out of a game of scrabble.

When I Came Into This World (I Arrived in a Storm) | Bleach, Ichiruki, Smut

On sultry summer afternoons that swell with humidity and the low, nearly ultrasonic, sound of distant thunder, and breathe with wind that turns from soft breeze to a thing alive with crackling static electricity; Rukia arrives at Ichigo’s barracks room, haori sliding off her shoulders before she even crosses the threshold.

Run (If You Want) | Doctor Who, Doctor x Rose, Soulmate AU

Rose wakes up in a cold sweat; heart thundering against her ribs.

Mouthful of White Lies | Bleach, Ichiruki, Post-685, Canon-compliant

Fall rushes in on the cold wings of a storm that strips the leaves off the trees and tosses them into soggy piles up against doorways and into the gutters.

Selective Deafness | Bleach, Ichiruki, Pre-SS Arc

“Just stop,” she says, reaching out to put her hand on his forearm.

Supernovae | Doctor Who, Ten x Rose, Smut

This far out, they are light years from any other star, aeons away from any inhabited planets, and far enough away from anything, the Doctor had assured her before burying his face between her thighs, that it didn’t matter how loud she was, no one was going to hear her.

Transparent | Bleach, Ishihime, post-685/686, Canon-compliant

He is a fool.

For Reasons Wretched and Divine | Bleach, Ichiruki, Smut

Sometimes, when they do this, it’s quick and fast and so, so hot – hot enough that Rukia thinks she might scald herself on the heat of him.

Night; Interrupted | Bleach, Ichiruki, Post-686, Canon-compliant

The scales have never been tipped in his favour, the odds have never been on his side, and goddammit, he knows this isn’t how it was meant to happen, he knows this will break everything to pieces, he knows he is peeling back layers of himself that he cannot re-attach, he knows that he is unravelling the threads of this finely wrought illusion, and he will pay for this wanton disregard, and yet –

Out of the Black | Doctor Who, Firefly, Dimension Hopping!Rose, Crossover

Rose tumbles out of the slipstream between dimensions and lands on her hands and knees.

The Angels Dragged My Throne | Bleach, Ichiruki, Post-685 AU

Today should be the best day of her life – being initiated as taichou of the thirteenth, following in her brother’s footsteps and succeeding Ukitake-taichou (may he rest peacefully) – but instead, from her vantage point behind the curtain at the end of the long hall, all she can see is who is not here.

Incendiary Devices | Bleach, Ichiruki, Post-686, Smut, Canon-Compliant, Adultery

Their kids are downstairs, their spouses out on the back deck - making conversation over glasses of wine and the remains of dessert – but she hadn’t thought twice before following him up the stairs and into his old room, before letting him back her into the wall beside his closet, before letting him kiss the breath out of her lungs.

Unsubstantial | Bleach, Ichiruki, Post-686, Canon-compliant

He is a shadow.

The Sums Don’t Add Up At All | Bleach, Ichiruki, Timeskip!Feels, Smangst

Falling into bed (or against a wall) with Rukia is not something that happens after every fight or every night.

A Knife in the Ocean | Bleach, Zangetsu, Introspective, Timeskip!feels

The Hollow sits, exposed, in a puddle of water gathered in a window on the side of sideways skyscraper.

Other Duties As Assigned | Bleach, Ichiruki, Smut

“Say it again,” Rukia husks, and Ichigo feels his face flame.

Provenance of Truth | Bleach, Ichiruki, Post-680

The air at the top of the stairs tastes of violence, and Rukia swallows hard as she takes in the scene.

As for patterns? I dunno. I write long or short sentences (there is no middle ground) and tend to start things in the middle of things.

Tagging: @mizulily, @kingkuchiki, @perfectlyrose, @ciebei, @gunnerpalace, @chocolatequeennk, @lastbluetardis, @skyler10fic, @hashtagartistlife

#memed me #things jess says #i got tagged in a thing #sequence fairy's fic #god i write a lot #ichiruki #bleach #ficandchips #doctor x rose

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